I had all kinds of ideas for what I wanted to write about today – more about therapy or maybe some thoughts I have about a workshop I am developing or maybe the way the flowers in the garden are hurling their beauty out for us to see before frost comes in a matter of weeks to make everything brown and gray again. But I can’t wrap my mind round those things today.
I am sad about RBG’s death.
Heartbroken about all the people who have died in this horrible pandemic — in my mind’s eye, I see them as tiny lights blinking out, one by one by one.
I am tired of the confinement of the pandemic, of the anxiety it arouses, knowing this invisible virus could bring the end to my life.
I missing able to touch people and be touched — and deeply grateful for the enduring and endearing presence of my husband.
I feel the anxiety so many of us feel about the upcoming election. I eagerly await the arrival of my ballot so I can vote.
So what do I do on a day like this?
Well, it is chilly here this morning, so we gave in and turned on the heat for the first time this season. It feels good.
I have loads of yarn. Knitting socks feels satisfying, the magic of a single thread, unbroken from toe to top, delights me. And everyone can always use socks.
My Kindle is full of books. Today I choose to read one in paper.Good books and good yarn and a mug of tea go a long way to soothing.
What do you do to soothe yourself, to care for yourself in these anxious times?